f * ck ...
what was she trying to do?
zhang qingyi held up her phone mechanically. the bullet screen was already exploding, and everyone was asking leng rongrong what she was going to do.
there were also some people who asked who this fierce beauty was!
zhang qingyi looked at the bloody ghostly cosplayer. at first, she felt her hair stand on end, but the moment leng rongrong held her down, the cosplayer actually revealed a terrified expression, as if she had seen a ghost ...
thus, the terrifying atmosphere instantly became somewhat comical.
the ghost looked at leng rongrong with a puzzled look. with his bloodshot eyes, he looked at leng rongrong in confusion. may i ask, what do you want? may i ask, what do you want?
"i'm a little curious. how did you keep bleeding? are there any traps on you? can i have a look?"
as she spoke, leng rongrong started to touch the ghostly cosplayer.
cosplayer: ???
what the hell, what did she encounter today?
